The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 139 Creighton's Rules
After dinner, Clayton and Donna went back to the house on Marlin Street.

Because he was happy, Clayton made an exception and drank some wine after the meal, but this did not affect his clear thinking.He was the first to walk in, put his hat on a corner of the sofa, put down the package in his hand, turned to face Donna, and pressed his hands down to signal her to stay put and listen.

Just outside the window behind him, the silver-white moon in the blue-gray sky showed its full round silhouette through the dark clouds.

Today is November [-]st, and according to traditional calendar calculations, the full moon day is designated as the first day of each month.

His body will start to feel the restlessness of the blood vessels at nine o'clock tonight, until it is completely out of control at ten o'clock.

Donna would probably be living with him for a long time, so there were some things that had to be announced in advance.

"Donna, in this family, there are some rules that you must abide by, and I want to explain them to you." Clayton said seriously.

Donna, who came in late, leaned against the door, pressed the door into the frame with her hands behind her back, and then nodded to him to show that she was listening carefully.

"First, you can't go to the study room. There are many important documents and letters in it. Any changes to the words on them will cause huge property losses. Even just a little more ink may cause the documents to become invalid. In order to avoid any accidents, this I usually lock the room, but even if it's unlocked, you'd better not go in."

This reason is reasonable. Donna glanced at the study room, pursed her lips and nodded.

The restaurant her uncle took her to was so good that she couldn't bear to reject his request right away.

"Second, it's best not to leave your own room after nine o'clock in the evening until dawn. Don't worry if you hear strange noises underground. It may be caused by a power system failure. You don't have to do anything. Don't get close to make noises. where a faulty electrical system could injure you."

Clayton stared at Donna as he said these words, and didn't move on to the next statement until she nodded again in commitment.

"Third, I sometimes go out at night to participate in security patrols. I may spend the night outside and don't come back until the day. If you wake up at night and hear someone knocking on the door, you don't need to answer the door. The landlady and I They all have keys, and you don’t need to open the door.”

Marlin Street is not far from the slums, and he must be vigilant.

"Fourth, don't go out these few days. I will soon hire a maid to take care of your daily life. It is best to take her with you when you go out. Until we move to the city center, you should To reduce the number of times you go out. If you really want to go out, try to go as little as possible to areas where the sun cannot be directly exposed. You usually take the road, and you must return home before dinner time."

Hearing this, the girl finally frowned, she was very resistant to the existence of the "maid".

"I don't need a maid, I can take care of myself."

Clayton immediately changed his vocabulary: "Then hire a tutor."

He pointed to himself: "You can't let a man teach you social etiquette and clothing for women, can you?"

"Why not?" Donna tilted her head and asked back.

"Don't be stubborn, there's nothing to talk about." Clayton refused to give in: "Either let your mother come over, let her learn first and then teach you."

"She has something to do."

"What can she do? She doesn't work."

Clayton didn't believe Donna's words at all. He transferred all of Batenu's land rent income to Tritis's account, and even assigned a special person to manage the accounts. Tritis only needs to concentrate on taking care of Donna, and there is no need to bother About her departure.

That woman probably went to other cities in Briga by herself, but she didn't have time to take Donna with her so she came to her place.

But that doesn't matter, what matters is that Donna has to go to high school, which is crucial to her future.

Donna opened her mouth, but seeing his expression, she didn't continue to explain.

Clayton looked at the clock in the hall. It was getting late, so he helped her send the quilt into the room and the charcoal.

The first fire was lit in the brazier on the bed, and he moved the tongs to guide the red and yellow flames to flow on the charcoal, bringing brightness and warmth to the room and the numerous shadowy reflections on the wall.Cold and longing go hand in hand, and Creighton knows it all too well, and he hopes Donna won't feel unduly sad about leaving home.

When he turned his head to look at Donna, the girl was staring at the brazier, her face showing a calm aura in the red light.

"It may be too early to say, but I have to go out later and may not be able to come back tonight, so... good night." He said, and then added. "Remember to open a small window, although there will be a little cold wind blowing in, but fresh air is good for the body."

Donna's smile bloomed unexpectedly.

"Of course, I will do so, uncle, and good night to you too."

Clayton left the room happily.

While there was still some time, he went to the study, and took the package on the sofa as he passed by the hall.

As soon as the door was opened, the table was empty, and the water in the fish tank spilled all over the floor.

"Damn it." He whispered, raised one eyebrow, closed the door with his right leg, and took two steps forward, seeing Clara lying between two rows of bookshelves, gritting her teeth and wrestling with a large tome.

Clayton quickly put down his bag and rushed to rescue the books.

"Clara, I said that books are food for the soul, not for you to really bite into it!"

"Isn't it?" Clara's head rolled sideways and turned to face up again, but her eyes were tightly closed: "Clara doesn't know anything."

Clayton sighed. He patted the book, looked at the tooth marks and drool on the cover, and decided to redo its cover sometime.After tucking the book under his arm, he picked up Clara and brought them back to the desk.

"As a girl, you should be more elegant." He stood behind Clara's head and took out a comb to comb the tangled blonde hair. "Here comes my brother's daughter. She has grown into a pretty girl. Maybe you will get to know each other later. It's too early to meet. I'm going to get her a tutor soon. If her teaching method works, I'll try it on you too."

Clara rolled her eyes upwards, trying to see the large palm above her head.

"Education, delicious?"

"If your grades improve, I will give you delicious food."

Reluctantly, Clayton pulled the comb out of the long hair, cleaned off the broken hair with his hands and threw it into the wastebasket aside.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot about this." He opened the bag and stuffed the food into Clara's mouth. After more than a month of training, she was no longer in a hurry to close her mouth and bite his hand up.

After chewing, the blond girl stretched her facial features and licked her lips reminiscently.

"Clara wants to know what this is?"

"This is pan-fried turbot. It may be a bit colder, but the taste should be the same."

"It's better than beef," said Clara the gourmet.

"You haven't eaten a few kinds of meat. Well, I'm going to rest too. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," Clara repeated.

Clayton held her into the fish tank and watched her sink into the water with a smile on her face
click!

The doorknob of the study suddenly turned.

The door is not locked yet!

The sound seemed to be beating directly on the heart, and Clayton was stunned. He swore that he had never been so fast. While his eyes were locked on the door, his hands desperately grabbed the silk next to him to cover the fish tank.

When Donna appeared from behind the door, his face was stiff, and his yellow eyes were staring at her rigidly. The terrifying expression made the girl shrink back.

"Uncle Clayton, what are you doing with the fish tank?"

She supported the cabinet on the left hand side of the entrance with one hand, and the doorknob with the other, leaning into the study room while supporting her upper body.

Clayton suddenly lowered his head and found that the silk cloth only covered half of it, and the edge of the glass on the other half was exposed. Fortunately, from Donna's position, she should not be able to see Clara.But he habitually did not light candles in the study, his eyes should be shining at this moment!

Thinking of this kind of thing, he raised his head to look at Donna, and became more and more unscrupulous.

"I'm fishing."

It was hard to imagine such a complex expression on the face of a young girl, but Donna did it.

She has never heard that touching fish is part of the joy of fish farming. Is there anyone in this world who really likes the slimy touch?

Her uncle quickly reacted and said sternly: "Donna, I told you not to come to the study, why didn't you listen to my advice?!"

While accusing her, Clayton secretly hides the fish tank behind the pile of books.

"I just wanted to ask you a favor. And I'm not in yet."

Donna defended herself aggrievedly. She propped her hands on both sides, her feet were off the ground, and kicked her calf on the spot, indicating that her feet were still outside the door. Obviously, this should not be counted as illegal trespassing.

Clayton also played this kind of trick with Uren, and he couldn't refute it for a while, so he could only say dumbly:
"Well, forget it this time, don't try to open the door of the study next time. This gesture should not be done by a lady, so don't do it in the future."

He walked towards Donna, his broad body almost filling the door frame, forcing Donna to back up while blocking her view.

After leaving the study, Clayton turned and locked the door, his heart beating like a drum gradually slowed down.

But at this moment, the unconscious avoidance behavior just now made him more aware of the fear in his heart.

If things go on like this, when will he have the courage to confess his identity to Donna and Tritis?
Thinking of this, Clayton was filled with sorrow.

(End of this chapter)